Chapter 146

“Now!” Killian yelled as the battle surged around us. The ballroom transformed into a chaotic storm of claws, blades, and terrified screams.

Guests scrambled toward the edges of the room, some clutching each other for support while others pressed their backs against gilded columns as if they could disappear entirely. Wolves tore through the crowd with brutal efficiency, and Lovella’s voice seemed to hang over the chaos like a shadow—silent yet commanding.

Jormun was at my side, his strikes deliberate and precise as he dispatched yet another wolf lunging toward us. The crimson fabric of my gown flared like a warning with every movement, a stark contrast against the blood-stained marble beneath my feet.

For a moment after Killian shouted, nothing happened. The wolves pressed harder, and Lovella’s power seemed to swell, suffocating the room with its dark presence. But then Killian moved.

He turned sharply, striking down the wolf closest to him with brutal precis